Not much. I’m putting it at 2 pounds. The scale read 210 this morning, but it did the other day, too. After a day of “on plan” eating, it was down to 207. The fact that my monthly is right around the corner isn’t helping either.

I already “failed” this morning my doing a sloppy swan-dive into my grandmother’s delectable almond-topped cookie bars. But, I stopped, stepped away and filled the rest of my stomach up with scrambled eggs.

Back on plan from now on. I don’t strictly need to drink on New Years, although I do love two or three glasses of champagne. Hubby and I have one nice bottle left for ourselves, so we may crack that open as the ball drops and polish it off. There are worse ways to go off plan, after all.

Christmas pictures are next to a disaster. There were good ones in with the bad, but my eye is really bothering me cosmetically. I fear I’m too old to affect any meaningful corrections.

The scale moved down 2 pounds today. I don’t know what caused it, but I’m thrilled. I’d been stuck between 207 and 208 for nearly a week, and that drop down to 205.6 was quite exciting.

Of course, I had to “break” my diet today. I’m currently pigging out on pumpkin seeds. Or at least, that’s how it seems, looking at the pile of discarded shells. Looking at the bag, I’m only had about a serving and a half, which isn’t terrible I guess. My 3 egg breakfast was significantly less filling than I’d hoped.

Once kiddo gets home from school, I’ll be heading home to grill up a juicy, grass-fed steak. Maybe that will fill me up for a little longer.

My weight loss slowed for an entire week. I had been dropping .5 to 1 pound per day for two weeks, and, suddenly, it slowed to 1.5 measly pounds for the whole week. What was I doing wrong?

Had I been paying attention to my body instead of the scale, I would have realized sooner that I was dehydrated. Ketosis on low-carb is great and all, but your body will only releaes fat cells-more accurately, the water stored in the fat cells-if it has an abundant supply of liquid.

I realized this yesterday morning, when I was alarmed by how dark my urine was. I thought for a moment and couldn’t remember how long it had been since I drank an entire glass of water. 2 days? 3 days? 7 days?

So, I made it my mission yesterday to drink my self-promised 6 16-ounce glasses. I did it, “peed like a racehorse” but was down one pound this morning. I just wish I’d figured this out a week ago.